It was a pretty good deal wasn’t it? A pair of useless eyes in exchange for on call minions. Oh the early days were grand. My eldest daughter was always able to mollify me, she’s an excellent salesman – pardon me, person. She really could sell anything – often did too, until Read more…
The Center Park is my favorite place; way up at the top where there are the fewest tourists. I feel like a real New Yorker complaining about tourists. The best way to do it is walking behind them when they stop to take pictures, then you shout “Come On” and walk around them fast. Read more…
There are lots of ways I can fix things. I’m a style ninja. Mmmhmmm. That’s what Xavier himself dubbed me. Partly it is racist like Geneva pointed out, but mostly – like nine hundred and ninety percent out of a thousand – it’s a compliment of the highest order. From Read more…
Phillipa has never experienced a shunning like this. For the first time in twenty years she can’t depend on old age to excuse her forthrightness. She is the pariah at the table. The woman with the fat pink fingers and an obsession with rings doesn’t compliment her stunning array of pearls and cocktail rings. Read more…
“It’s simple sorcery.” I’m impatient to get on with my critique of our sister Kari’s latest fan fiction but eight year old boys are the worst audience. My brother Barry is not only the baby but he’s the only male in a very feminist all female household. Mom is always telling me to Read more…
The sound of laughter is the thing you’ll miss the most. Trust me, at eighty-eight I’m old enough to know. I’ve been alone a long time now and that’s the single most thing I miss. It’s not conversation or even a warm body. I like my company but I go out Read more…
It’s 10:05 on a Friday night and I’m standing in the longest line EVER at Duane Reade. I just want to get home and peel my Spanx off; not only was that date an absolute waste of time, but I missed getting to Trader Joe’s before closing and now I’ve got to Read more…
It’s been eleven weeks since Camilla spoke in a voice above a whisper. The family is growing anxious but Dr. Ruhl assures everyone this phase will pass. Mrs. Hammond-Price refuses to communicate in the hushed tones her daughter insists upon so Camilla doesn’t really talk to her mother. Dr. Ruhl Read more…